Violence Was His Way of Life

Violence Was His Way of Life

I’ve always been a fan of Superman. He dives into a phone booth as mild-mannered Clark Kent and comes out the Man of Steel, and he is afraid of nothing and nobody (with the exception of Kryptonite). Who has known his like in real life? Well, the closest that comes to...
I Appreciated My Father Too Late

I Appreciated My Father Too Late

  My father Clifford rarely talked about World War Two. It seems that veterans rarely talk about war, except to other veterans. When my father did talk about the War, at least when talking with Mum and me, it was usually more about his romantic conquests than his...
Treading a Difficult Path

Treading a Difficult Path

I’ve had a few challenges lately – computer issues, distribution and marketing problems, website and social media maintenance, outcomes of my authorship and desire to write. Some things work out and some do not, one day it’s up and then it’s down. I take pleasure in...
Alone in the Darkness and Light of My Own Thoughts

Alone in the Darkness and Light of My Own Thoughts

Recently, my husband and I spent some time camping in the Appalachian mountains. Night seems to fall early in the middle of a forest. Sitting around the campfire, seeing only the glow from the fire, I am conscious of my isolation from the human world. Beyond me is...
Some People Called Her a Saint

Some People Called Her a Saint

I’ve never met a saint. Even the best of us has his or her dark side. However, if I were ever pressed to name a person in my life who came close to being a saint, it surely would be my mother. She was a sweet, laid-back personality that strangers described as pleasant...